Zoey p. o. v
“Get out.” Marco hissed.
“Huh…. Sir?” she faltered, I was also caught off-guard.
“I won’t repeat myself again, out.” He barked, startling the fragile looking nurse. She didn’t have to be told twice, she bolts out of the room scared.
Tension hangs in the air, suffocating to breathe. Neither Luciano nor Matthew wants to break the silence, concerned not to annoy Marco further.
“Marco, you need to take it easy, and you need to take your health seriously.” I said, breaking the silence. “You’ve not fully recovered yet, and you have to allow her to do her job. You’ve chased every nurse assigned to you, why?”
“I don’t need her, I have you with me.” He stood up and came to me. He lifts me up with ease and occupy my place then dropped me on his lap.
“I’m not the professional here, she is, and you need her more at the moment. So please cooperate with them, so you can get back on your feet.” I scolded him.
“Fuck that.” He simply dismissed me, and buried his face in my boobs.
Oh my God. My sister’s areas are tingling in delight.
He’s digging his face in my boobs, licking and sucking on my cleavage, right in front of Matthew and Luciano.
“Marco, stop. Stop it, we have an audience.” I complained out of embarrassment.
“Leave both of you.” He snapped, but not once did he lift his face from my boobs, it’s like they are the most interesting in the world for him. Both of them quickly turned on their heels, Luciano wore a teasing smile on.
“Bye sis in – law.” He winked at me before disappearing after Matthew. My face flames up more, I wish to hide in a hole.
Immediately, Marco pulled me in for a kiss, a kiss that blew my mind away. For a moment I forgot to breathe, the kissing freezing my brain for a while.
His lips were warm and soft, they parted slightly as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Exploring ever inch as if memorizing it.
Our bodies were pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily trying to match up with our pace. I could taste our shared breath, his mint breath mixed with mine.
Our combined heartbeat thudding loudly, as we fumbled with our clothes. His hand slips under my shirt right out, cupping my breast and fondling it. More sparks spread down my already heat spine, my hands weren’t left behind as I ran my fingers through his silk black hair.
I was getting dizzy from all the butterflies that were dancing in my stomach, but unfortunately, our moment was short-lived.
I was ready to get lost at the moment, wanting to lose myself in our own world. The sound of the door opening snapped us out of our trance.
The sound of a gunshot followed, so does things shattering echoes. My gazed snapped to the direction, it was the weird picture framed on the wall opposite the bed, leaving a nasty hole on the wall behind it.
“This better have a valid reason, or your head is next.” Marco growled angrily, for obvious reasons, though.
The man ducked his head into submission, I haven’t seen him around here before. He has this scary aura around him, with tons of tattoos and piercing all over his body, adding to his already dangerous looking face.
On his hands were rings on his ten fingers, with claw – like edges. Sharp and shining.
He has got to be one of the guys in the underworld.
“Don, Angela is here.” He spoke, his tone firm and powerful but carries loads of respect for Marco. No doubt acknowledges him as his superior.
Marco growled under his breath, his whole demeanor changed drastically. His eyes went dead in a split second, so was his soul.
“Where the fuck is she?” Marco hissed, pissed just from the mention of this woman. Who is she?
I’m curious as to who she is, and what she to Marco. Another fake fiancee?
“At the brothel.” The man answered. Marco became even more tensed, his jaw clenched tightly and so does his grip on my shoulder.
I whimpered, it effectively drew his attention back to me. He loosened his grip instantly.
“Fuck! I’m sorry, baby.” He runs his hands over my shoulder, soothing the pain out. I gave him a weak smile, his eyes soften when we locked gaze.
My heart skips from his warm soft stare, he dropped a gentle kiss on my lips. Then dropped me on my feet, while he rose to his.
“I have business to attend to, Elio will take you home.” He told me and made to leave, but I held him back.
“I don’t want to go with Elio.” I blurted.
“Why?”
Don’t get me wrong, Elio is a good guy, too sweet and gentle for someone involved in the mafia world. He’s a teenager bog who recently took over from his aged father, and still in the recruiting stage.
That’s the main reason I chose him as my bodyguard, when Marco wanted to assign someone that job. I see Elio as the sibling I never had.
I still remember vivid the day, Elio was so nervous and scared to meet the Don and his woman.
We met outside Marco’s office that day, he was begun telling me how scared he was without knowing I was The Mafia Don’s Woman.
“I want to go with you.” I murmured.
“You can’t, it’s too dangerous.” Marco refused bluntly.
“Please…” I begged, blinking my eyes like a cute little doll. “Please Marco, I promise I will be good.” pleaded.
“Don.” The man called with urgency lacing his voice.
“Fine, you can come.” I was about to jump for joy when Marco cuts me. ” But you will do exactly as I told you to.” I nod in agreement.
“I don’t harm to come your way.” He hissed silently.
“I will be fine, and I will do whatever you asked me to.” I beamed at him.
I’m curious about whom this Angela woman is and excited that I’m going to find out myself.